I finished up an application for a grant this morning. As part of the process, I needed to include all transcripts from all institutions I attended. Even though I know what my GPA was, before I opened my copies of the transcripts an irrational fear plagued me. "What if someone changed a grade? What if there was a misprint on my degree?"

Every semester before I would open grades I'd have the same fear and I'd have to psych myself up the way someone does before a set on the bench before opening them.

Flying terrifies me and I'm really working on trying to get better with it. 1, I have to fly once a year for my job (actually took a bus once to Orlando). 2, I don't want to limit where my wife & little girl can go for vacation for the rest of my life.

Thankfully there's seemingly a lot of helpful videos on youtube to help this... Well that and some hard liquor

I do. Being trapped doesn't bother me. The fear that the counterweight and other safety measures all simultaneously fail the moment I decide to walk through the door, slice-crushing me from stem to stern is just too much.

I routinely take 5+ flights of stairs at work, friend's apartments, department stores...

When I was in college, I lived on the top floor of my dorm. That was 11 stories of stairs at least twice a day.

Mice.
I just……ohhh my GOD…..I just puked a little bit in my mouth……
I know EXACTLY when it started….many years ago….
I was up late reading Stephen King, everyone is asleep and I keep hear this noise. I finally get up and start….tracking this noise. I’d hear it and move in the appropriate direction and stop and wait for it again. Repeating this process took me into the back living room and behind a bar we had then. Behind this bar sitting on a chair is a huge, half empty, open bag of dog food. I’m behind the bar squatting down next to the chair listening and the noise comes again. I stand up peek over the edge of the open bag and this ****ing mouse jumps directly at my face. OH….MY……GOD! Sumbitch looked lion sized coming right at me! It had to have come within an inch or so of my nose. So being all manly and shit I’m like……AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

Dammit just puked a little bit again.

I’ll never be the same.
I took that bag of dogfood out in the driveway in about 8 inches of snow and I’m trying to dump the little bastard out. Food is pouring into the snow and that thing is swimming back into the bag. I couldn’t deal. I finally threw the bag down and ran back into the house like a bitch. sorry dog, you going hungry yo.

Damn I’m grossed out.

So….snakes and spiders, I got that shit. No problem. Mice…..that’s on my wife. I don’t do mice.

High Tech is Sorcery and the people who are really powerful are literally telling people to commit crimes using the psychic interspace created by the WWW and Wireless. They are controlling peoples actions like drones . The two things are deeply intertwined. The more man's brain interfaces with machines the creepier it gets. They use brains separate from a human body in a supercomputer and you have The Image of the Beast. The military has been doing this since the 50s

I have a 1 mil umbrella policy through State Farm for just that reason.

Cost 150 per year.

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Originally Posted by ptlyon

HOLY **** THE IRONY

I guess I'm missing something about the "irony;" I have one of those policies as well. I suppose if you have nothing of value you don't need to protect it? As far as I'm concerned, the umbrella policy is a necessity.

High Tech is Sorcery and the people who are really powerful are literally telling people to commit crimes using the psychic interspace created by the WWW and Wireless. They are controlling peoples actions like drones . The two things are deeply intertwined. The more man's brain interfaces with machines the creepier it gets. They use brains separate from a human body in a supercomputer and you have The Image of the Beast. The military has been doing this since the 50s